Here we are again. I thought I’d shake the dust from this old thing and update those who may be wondering. I know you’re out there somewhere because every now and then I’ll get an email or a message on Facebook that says something like, “When are you going to start writing ‘Misadventures in Fatherhood’ again?”

My answer is always the same. “I’m not going to,” I say. I’ve just got too many other things going on. Too many other reasons to wiggle my fingers over a keyboard.

But then my editor tells me I should write a column, and I can write about anything I want.

So here we are! Just this once (maybe).

So, what have the little monsters been up to? Being monsters, obviously. That and adjusting.

I never mentioned it in the column, but their mother and I parted ways in 2011.

I can tell you with certainty that divorce doesn’t spell the end for a child, like many would have you believe. What spells disaster for a child is the separation from a parent — and parents so angry at one another they use their children as weapons.

Thankfully, neither of those things have happened. Greg and Kaylee are adjusting. They’re happy.

They don’t quite understand everything that’s happened, but they know their dad is happy now. That’s more important than people realize, I think. As a kid, the two most important people in your life are your mom and dad. It’s important to see those people happy.

That’s not to say it’s been easy. And I’d never preach that divorce is something to be considered on a whim.

Greg, I’ve noticed, has become eager to please. He wants to make me happy so desperately that it is almost crushing to him when he makes a mistake. He misses me more than Kaylee seems to, complaining when I’m going, and asking if he can stay when it’s time to go to their mom’s house.

He’s taken up throwing the football a lot, to me, which is awesome. He’s getting pretty good at hitting a moving target, too. We’re working on it so when flag football rolls around, he’ll have a leg up. He wants to play quarterback and wide receiver. I haven’t told him that that dream is doomed to fall apart.

We still play video games, draw and have grand imaginative adventures. I still make a fool out of myself in public parks, swinging invisible swords.

Kaylee is happy-go-lucky. She’s happy wherever she is. If she’s at my house, she’s happy about it. If she’s at her mom’s house — well, she’s happy about that, too.

We sit around the dinner table reading Trivial Pursuit cards to each other. I quiz them on their arithmetic. This summer, I taught them to swim. Greg learned to tie his shoes, lost two teeth and can write me cute little love letters.

Maybe the scenario isn’t perfect in the minds of most people. Maybe you think I’m an awful person for thinking my divorce is a good thing for all parties involved. That’s OK. This is my family. It is still a misadventure. It always will be.